Private Pecking

Bran had his eyes closed while he sat on a bench, wearing a dark blue hoodie that covered his robotic left arm. His arms were crossed and his head leaned forward as if he were asleep, but in reality he simply did just have his eyes closed.

He finished his college lecture a few minutes prior, but he had time until his next one. Time that he had to kill. Bran of all people knew he didn’t play nice with others, so he avoided places like that community centre so he wouldn’t cause any problems.

Some sleep wouldn’t hurt... He had a night shift at his job the previous night. Then, he heard squawking. He looked up to see a raven on a branch, and his eyebrows furrowed together in annoyance. “Fuckin’ bird.” Bran hissed out.

Before he could try and shop the raven away, it spoke. It spoke. Bran blinked several time as he processed that, then remembered he now lived on the weird magical island now. Hell, he worked at a clinic that did reincarnation somehow. Of course a random bird could speak.

“Ugh... If you’re some brat looking to pester me using his weird ass powers, then you can fuck off to your alchemy class or whatever.” Bran waved his right hand in dismissal as he pointedly looked away from the bird.

“Well you’re acting younger. Anyone younger than me is a brat.” Bran wisely stated, his eyebrow twitched. He was tired and still really not used to the whole magic stuff. His world didn’t have magic, that was a fact. It had better technology than the Narrow Reality, but not as good as some of the futuristic things he had seen on the island. Not to mention what could be done with the combination of magic and tech.

Powers themselves weren’t the issue for him, more he wasn’t overly comfortable. Besides, Bran wasn’t the model human either. “Don’t hate it. Just don’t want people harassing me with it.” He finally looked up at the bird to give a harsh glare. His blood already boiled. Bran had sat down with the idea to sleep before his next lecture, not to be annoyed by some kid.

Bran subtly flexed his left arm in anticipation, a glimpse of dark grey and black from his left hand visible to the raven shapeshifter. “I’m trying to embrace some peace and quiet, if you don’t mind. Don’t you have a car to shit on or someone else’s day to ruin?” Bran snapped.

Bran hadn't flexed his arm to impress the pestering raven. He had done it to be ready. His patience had already begun to be worn thin.

His eyebrow twitched again. "You're pestering me regardless, bird brain." Bran grumbled, and returned to glaring away from Hakon. He felt edgy and barely contained the urge to try and punch the bird down from the tree. For one, he knew it would likely be fruitless. It was a bird. Birds could fly. The other was he didn't exactly want to get in trouble with the school. Even if he only did general studies, Bran at least wanted to give public education a good shot.

Bran groaned under his breath. He realised the island was... excitable, yes, but it also had a surprising amount of normalcy. "You sound like a hyperactive child. What will it take for you to leave me alone?"

He wasn’t surprised if a bird form would make someone more twitchy. Why couldn’t he be twitchy somewhere else? “Have you considered not being a bird then?” Bran growled. He just guessed whoever this bird was, they could shapeshift since they mentioned it being a bird form.

“I’m not grumpy, and company isn’t something I need.” Bran narrowed his eyes again. “I’m tired, there’s a difference.” He then closed his eyes.

Bran inhaled through his teeth sharply. “If I tell you, you go away.” He relented while he shook his head. “Bran.” He looked up at the raven again.

Bran closed his eyes and mentally counted in his head. It was something he was taught to do during his remedial classes when he felt angry. “Maybe it would be easier for conversation if you weren’t a bird? Hm?” He said in a strained voice. Bran had two different thoughts of what he wanted to do. One was to just leave, the other was to commit violence. But, it wasn’t like there were many places Bran could go since he had another lecture in a bit.

“I would nap if a certain bird hadn’t pestered me...” Bran grumbled. Sure one could argue Bran was in the wrong for how he desired to nap on a bench, but that would be semantics.

“I can’t say likewise, Hakon.” Bran dryly responded. “Now bug off, there’s surely something else more entertaining for you to do rather than harassment.” He crossed his arms again, his foot tapped the floor in anticipation. Bran just had a feeling Hakon wouldn’t leave, so really it would be his own fault for any negative reaction from Bran.